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I found the title of this article to be very helpful because it’s a book review and author interview about a book that is specifically geared toward winning over a person whose objections to LGBT rights and issues come from their religious beliefs. I got exactly what I was looking for: how to have the inevitable

You’re literally blaming raincoaster for a hurtful thing someone said to them. You’re doing exactly what the person who said the hurtful thing did.

Your Catholic school experience is the norm for Catholic schools. If it’s not religion class, then it’s not time to talk about religion. It’s treated as just another subject, and you don’t waste class time for one subject on some other subject.

There’s more Jesus and Bible study in public school than Jesus school. I went to religious schools for K-12 and college, and you would get in so much trouble if you tried to use religion to bullshit on tests and essays and stuff. The whole idea is that history class is for history, math class is for math, and religion

Seconded.

Because we can’t have competency tests in order to vote without running the risk of disenfranchising voters again. The kinds of tests we could use to determine whether or not someone knew how the government works or the policies of the people they intend to vote for are the same kinds of tests used for decades to

Paul may say some pretty hateful shit about non-believers (and here, a non-believer would be anyone who doesn’t believe exactly the same thing these people do), but Jesus was pretty damn clear: love people, don’t judge, and serve everyone around you with no exceptions.

Ugh, right? I’m so sick of having conversations with “Good Christians” about how these [category of people] are inherently evil and should be exterminated, or how God is calling them to be a warrior against [class of people] and then they quote that bit about the breastplate of righteousness, when the whole point of

Let me tell you about grading papers when your students are all grade school teachers. These people are all teachers, and they’re working to further their careers with Masters degrees. They don’t put their names on their papers, and nearly all of them try to turn in their first assignment in Comic Sans. But I had one

In design school, I was blindly picking a serif font to go with a sans font for a project, and I completely geeked out over the ‘g’ character. I was so stoked, I had found the best serif font ever. And it was Times New Roman, and I immediately felt ashamed for every essay I ever turned in with TNR stealthily replaced

Imagine how it feels to be the one who has to send that to people because Marketing says so. Every email, I feel like I’m spreading typhus.

Or we make “a jury of your peers” mean that 50% of the jurors must match the profile of the victim and 50% of the jurors must match the profile of the defendant. And I mean down to education, race, income—all of it. Some Sunday Christian suburban soccer mom with an interior decorating degree who sells lularoe and

In response to this and your other comment, our uniforms included what sock color and height, sweaters, and shoes were acceptable (white crew or knee socks, a specific v-neck cardigan or pullover, and white and black saddle oxfords). And we held a uniform sale at the end of the school year (after May, so new students

My eye doc’s nurses HATE me for that test. I always blink, and they won’t let me hold my eye open for it until they’ve wasted ten minutes of everyone’s time trying to do it normally. Just put in my file that I’m a problem patient and get some tape. Geez.

Better question: where did all the Polaroid film come from? The company had already gone out of business by then.

As someone who grew up in uniforms (PreK-12, at different schools), I’m going to have to side with uniforms. We always found other ways to express ourselves, and I to this day will tell anyone who will listen that learning which rules you can bend and which you can break is an important “soft skill”. Uniforms are a

My high school had a security guard. I have no idea what he was supposed to be doing, but he pretty much just broke into our cars and took our stuff to shame everyone into locking their car doors. (To get your stuff back, you had to get a polaroid mugshot taken and placed outside the security office, but no one

I work in one of the international terminals and second this opinion. When you talk to TSA agents on their breaks, it’s like talking to a box of rocks. Even the airport police think they’re undertrained morons. When someone says “good enough for government work”, these are the people being referred to.

On an only vaguely related topic, my little sister considered getting a burkini for a family vacation not realizing it was a burkini. She took one look at it and went: oh my God, now I won’t burn! It wasn’t until she asked our dad to buy it for her that we were treated to a fun rant about terrorists.

Shhh... you’re not supposed to think about it.